Anger is in the air

Something besides snow washed over Cesana Torinese Thursday.

Thursday morning I saw love blooming. Thursday evening I saw a fight looming.

Fortunately the fight wasn’t between the two lovebirds I saw kissing Thursday morning at a café.

Unfortunately the two protagonists Thursday evening could be heard yelling before I even arrived at my bus stop.

The two vociferous Italians were standing outside a shuttle bus. One, a short, gray-haired, probably in his mid-50s, appeared to be the shuttle driver. To make his point — whatever it was - he thrust his chin up into the face of a taller, equally belligerent man who was about 40.

As the two men went face-to-face, their voices rising and becoming more agitated, they resembled a baseball manager arguing with an umpire. Except in those brouhahas you know that the disagreement will eventually end peaceably. This one looked like it could get ugly. People stopped and stared, unsure what to do or what might happen next.

Then out of nowhere, the two men stepped back onto the shuttle bus. Their conversation continued, but with less passion and vitriol. Were they embarrassed by the growing crowd? Had someone actually won the debate? Were they just tired of getting pelted by snow?

Or had the bad mood blown out of town? Stay tuned.